When he first shouted her name she moved, abandoning all her attempts to help other people. Her heart was drumming in her chest, so loud that she could hear it, could they? All of this madness and she had her power back, but against an Immortal? She could rely only upon her staff to help her in this. She struck with swift blows of that staff, cracking against the elder Immortal's elbow first, hoping he'd drop his weapon, but he probably expected such, even with his focus on his son. His elbow moved with the blow and he turned to strike her. Aeotha twisted around and struck again, planting her feet to carry the momentum and strength into a heavy blow to his jaw. The crack of bone did nothing but make the immortal angrier. She could not twist in this stance, but she did move her staff to catch the majority of the blow he brought down on her.
They were tangled together there, holding each other at bay. Skandra was moving, that was the point. Skandra needed to get up and kill his father. Could he do that? Aeotha was having a hard time holding onto the staff. The spear was moving and caught her hand between their weapons. Two small snaps, bones broken, her face twisted in pain but she did not move to try to get away. Not yet. Not yet. Was Gershul actually smiling at her?
She shoved forward suddenly, pushing the older Immortal back from her, the broken hand dropped to her side while the whole one swung the staff again, this blow centered on his chest knocked him back away from her and towards the fire that was lapping even now at their heels. The sky above them crackled and suddenly the clouds opened up and rain started to fall.